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Thursday, January 5, 2017

#5

And what of the tunes that take shape under my fingers
as my sister loses speech, along with her own music


now calling everything music, even the rain flooding the yard
pointing it out urgently to me and saying the music


As though to compensate, preserve the symmetry of things
my brother and I started playing piano again


unknown to each other
There is no tone adequate here


clinical? certainly not lyrical
My flippancies fail me














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